I dedicate this poem to you, dear Lord,
With gratitude and humility loaded in my heart.

I am a rotten man, Lord, rotten to the core,
Filthy and dirty in every pore.
You brought me into this world,
An innocent baby here you hurled.

You gave me a beautiful body, a blemishless mind,
Limbs in place and senses intact,
Intellect that I may discriminate right from wrong,
You showered me with Luck and Circumstance,
Made me healthy, wealthy and wise.

Most of all, You gave me a spark of Yourself
Within me, that I may never forget
Who I really am;
And where I truly belong.

You gave me so much Dear Lord,
That I began to believe
In "Me", in "I" ; In doing things
and making them happen.

I began to forget in You, my Lord,
My Creator, the Cause of all.
I lost contact with the essence of You
That You had so lovingly placed within me.
I covered my soul, my very being, with meaningless filth.

With ego and pride, lust and hate,
With revenge and lies, greed and need.
I rationalized and I patronized,
I cheated and I looted.

I systematically aided in destroying your Creation
By eating your creatures, I satisfied my infinite palate,
And created a graveyard of dead flesh
Within this body that you gifted me.

I followed the mob without stopping to think;
To discriminate;
To realize that "all" doesn't always mean "right".
I used my senses to insatiate my greed,
To get, to gain, more and more,
And more and more.......

I've had enough, my Lord, I want no more.
I have a lot and I have nothing.
I've reached a million miles away from you,
By sprinting in the wrong direction,
For all the wrong reasons and all the wrong needs.

I've suppressed my soul,
And denied myself the right
to your Kingdom of Heaven
For long enough now.

My soul, Your spark is shrieking
Beneath the weight of my countless sins,
And from beneath all the darkness,
Her shriek sounds like a plaintive whisper;
A plea almost.

But I hear it now
I'm listening now.
Love she whispers,
She begs, she cries.

For Love is the only way to You,
And when every atom in my being,
Resonates with your Love,
I am You, and We are Us.

And that's all I need and want and desire now
You are an Ocean of Mercy, my Lord,
A fountain of Love are You,
Won't You forgive me my sins
And accept me in your fold?

Your Prodigal Son has returned, my Lord,
Head bowed in defeat,
Spirit battered and crying.
Won't you give him a hand, my Lord,
And comfort him in you Divine Embrace?


Hold him tight and never let him go, Lord,
He's come full circle now; his duty is done.
Your Prodigal son has returned, my Lord,
He's battered and defeated, and needs your Love.